A dirty secret locked inside
Crying secretly, the guilt I hide
Denying it all but to a few
It only seems to fester and stew
A piece of me died that day with her
That series of events, I wish did not occur
The Lonliest Day of my life, was that day I sat in the room
Looking at her picture, then going off to her doom
I only wanted enough strength to get up and leave
But I felt like I was tied to the chair by my sleeve
So weak in the knees, so weak in the heart
Knowing her body soon would depart
From mine
It's fine
I told my self over and over
I wanted to cry as I grew colder and colder
I subjected her to something I wasn't even sure about
In the back of my mind, to the last minute, I had doubt
I layed on that table, put my feet up
I saw them prepare the vacumm with the death cup
I gave the nurse my arm, and felt a warming sensation
Inside my heart I was fueled by frustration
I knew it was wrong, I wanted to go
My eyes are closing...oh....no
I awoke it was over, I was in a new place
I rolled over and saw a smiling face
How can you be happy in a place full of death
I felt my heart skip, I felt cold in my breath
She was gone forever, no turning back
Tossed away in a little sack
He carried me to the car, and we both were silent
We hated what we did, we couldn't deny it
Now I sit and cry
For the girl who died
And didn't deserve what she got
My heart and mind have argued and fought
I just want her home, growing up with me
Making a little family, me and my baby.

I think I understand what kind of opperation you got.
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You don't hate me knowing this information?? Most people change their perception of me once they know, which is why I never talk about it.
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